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This place is not ideal for my research, but I can never return home - not the way I escaped. I'd be put to death, with worse to follow. | This place is not ideal for my research, but I can never return home - not the way I escaped. I'd be put to death, with worse to follow. | ||
The work here is simple and allows me to continue my research at night, but progress is slow. Reanimation seems easy, but restoring life? That prize eludes me. The tome contains the magic I need, but it fights me at every step. As does my apprentice. At least my familiar has made it easy to secure bodies without raising suspicion. | The work here is simple and allows me to continue my research at night, but progress is slow. Reanimation seems easy, but restoring life? That prize eludes me. The tome contains the magic I need, but it fights me at every step. As does my apprentice. At least my familiar has made it easy to secure bodies without raising suspicion. | ||
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Revision as of 09:48, 19 September 2023
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp Where to find
In a Mouldering Casket in Apothecary's CellarX: -667 Y: -318.
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6 Nightal, 1371 DR
I pay no service to the gods, but by some blessing, this village believes me and my apprentice to be simple healers. My tattoos are hidden, my red robes locked away, and my lab secured. I have not heard the word 'Thay' since we arrived and only my apprentice knows me as Ilyn Toth.
This place is not ideal for my research, but I can never return home - not the way I escaped. I'd be put to death, with worse to follow.
The work here is simple and allows me to continue my research at night, but progress is slow. Reanimation seems easy, but restoring life? That prize eludes me. The tome contains the magic I need, but it fights me at every step. As does my apprentice. At least my familiar has made it easy to secure bodies without raising suspicion.
This will take time. Will the zulkirs find me before I can bring her back? I cannot say, but if they do come for me, they'll have to face the guardians I've raised.